Rude Rednecks

Last night, I was minding my own business, watching my soaps that I had taped during the day, (I tape them so I can watch in PEACE) when there was a knock at the door.

It was J., S.R.’s boyfriend. S.R. had already gone to bed. I thought she was still awake so I went and told her he was here. She went outside with him and I didn’t know what was going on, so being concerned about my daughter I went outside. My son, C.F. and his friend A.S. were already outside.

Apparently, J. came with a friend of his to clean out the camper (haha, that was destroyed by the storm the previous night) so they were out there salvaging his stuff. OK, fine.

The thing is, S.R. told him about it early that day when she realized the camper had been damaged. He should have come during the day, not at night. It was almost 11 pm. My dad had already gone to bed and they were outside making all kinds of noise. Slamming and banging. Dropping and pounding. It was very rude of them to even show up this late. Rednecks. They haven’t got a clue.

The day before yesterday, they showed up during the day to drop some of J.’s stuff off at the camper BUT the losers decided to just drive through the yard, through the garden area and all the way around the back…without even asking if it was ok. Granted, we live out in the country but we like our yard to look half way decent.

S.R. says “Mom normal people don’t think about things like that.”

I said, “NO! Rednecks don’t think about things like that. Normal people don’t drive through other people’s yards!” Needless to say, she was pissed at me, yet again!

I should have expected that they would show up late and make all that racket. I sure as hell can’t expect common decency! I sure hope S.R. comes to her senses soon before I go completely gray and end up in a nuthouse.

Author: Deb / Being Aunt Debbie

Single, mother of 2 adult children and grandmother to 3 beautiful grandchildren! I crochet, make jewelry, hand-poured soaps, and what ever else I can get into! I love Medieval History, castles, all things Celtic. I love animals, rock music, Mexican food, writing, learning, and good movies.

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